13 Reasons Why

It happened a month ago, when I visited a new mom friend. I love visiting my friend’s babies when they are just born, it is a lovely, cuddly experience and in the past, I’d always imagined holding my own when I held theirs, had dreamt about how I would feel post birth holding my child. … More 13 Reasons Why

The Bench

There’s an empty bench across the way. Wooden, faded, warped. The lemon sun rays slice through it. Warmed shadows decorate the concrete beneath. Railroad tracks that tell stories upon stories. Laughter echoes from behind: ghosts of relationships formed, generations of discussions: people longing, longing to be heard, understood; discussions of people hoping to articulate painful, … More The Bench

Used to

Used to be that weekends were my refuge, my resting place, my recharge station When did they become the other? Filled with mysteries, I obsess to solve in my head letting thin slimy threads slip out now and then Used to be that evenings, I couldn’t wait for, bouncing the minute that key jiggled in … More Used to


It is. the end of your day; the start of my weekend. You are. driving home most likely, maybe cursing the traffic, maybe the town, maybe smiling in the rearview mirror at your son, maybe singing to him while he screams bloody murder. I am. soaking in a tub, staring at my blank screen, writing … More Interval

The Cycle of Me

In the end, when the rough winds slow and clouds slide away, Warmth returns and I can get strong again and again and again. Today I learned I am iterative. So don’t worry girl, ’cause I’m coming back around– not once, not twice but always.